Lost in thought as she measured out the kibble for the dog, she didn't hear Jamie come into the kitchen. Much to her credit, she didn't jump. As far as her instincts were concerned, there was nothing about his voice that should ever cause fear, even when he accidentally sneaked up on her.
Turning, the smile and reassurance that had quickly come to her face faded at the sight of him in his jersey. Her stomach knotted, her heart clenched, and she didn't know whether she was going to be sick or start sobbing. She busied herself with putting water in the kettle and setting it on the stove. It was the one thing she could do in the kitchen that didn't run the risk of her poisoning someone. Tears were sliding down her cheeks, but her back was to him again, and she managed to keep her voice steady.
"You don't have to apologise, Jamie. Something's changed, and we'll figure out what and why and how, and we'll get it sorted." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she spun and grabbed the front of his shirt. She pulled Jamie close, pressing her forehead against his breastplate. She clung to his jersey. "Why this shirt?"